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Wemmbu woke up.
Now it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for him to be woken up due to nightmares but this time was different.
His head itched. Like bad.
He quickly sat up in his bed and took off the bonnet in that lied on top of his head. It was quickly thrown off onto his floor. As fast as he could, His claws ripped through all the hair rollers he had painstakingly put in his hair the night before. It was something Zam had taught him before.. the incident.
Wemmbu had dug his nails through his hair, scratching his scalp the best he could. He honestly thought he had lice with how bad he was itching right now. But nothing was satisfying it. Everything still itched just like it had the moment he had woke up.
maybe it was his horns? No, he had already tried. He reached around his tiara, it’s been stuck there as long as he could remember, even when he did his hair every night, the area around his tiara was always avoided. There was no use in trying to take it off.
…
The moment he touched the crevices of it, the itching had been soothed. Not completely, but it was definitely noticeable. The itching wouldn’t stop. The tiara was the issue.
But now that he really thought about it..why couldn’t he take it off? Everyone else he knew that had a crown of some sorts could take it off easily. For most, crowns or tiaras in battle seemed arrogant. There was no reason to have them other to show off, they got in the way of everything. Make one wrong move when fighting and the headwear would fly off of your head, they could poke you and get in the way if you were trying to hide in small spaces, and that doesn’t even mention how hard it was to put on a helmet with crowns. (Tiaras too, but it seemed Wemmbu was the only player who actually wore one.)
Why was Wemmbu’s tiara so different. It was practically infused to his head. He had just learned to live around it as he grew up.
It didn’t matter anymore.
He needed it off. Now.
Seriously, the hair underneath it itched so bad it felt like there was thousands of bugs crawling in it. He just hoped that wasn’t the case.
The dragon put both hands on the tiara and pulled as hard as he could. It didn’t come off, it just made his head hurt.
He attempted this for the next 6 minutes but unfortunately, his efforts failed.
Wemmbu got out of bed, he just wanted to go to bed but this damn itch just wouldn’t stop.
How could he get it to stop? He certainly couldn’t go back to bed without the itch going away.
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“Egggggg”
Wemmbu stood to the side of Eggchans bed like a toddler who had just threw up.
The seraphim’s Eyes (Eye..?) slowly blinked open. Egg looked tired and confused, as to why a grown man was looking devastated at 2 in the damn morning.
“..What?” His voice was rough, clearly needing water. Maybe he needed to brush his teeth too. But oh well.
”My head itches.”
”..So?”
”My tiara.”
Egg Blinked.
”it wont come off. It itches. My head itches Egg.”
That woke up Egg, well as best as it could with the amount of sleep the man had gotten. In all his years of being Wemmbu’s friend he had never seen Wemmbu without the tiara.
“..Its not coming off?”
”it never comes off..” Wemmbu had explained tiredly, while desperately scratching at his scalp. At this point Eggchan was sure Wemmbu’s Nails were going to make His scalp bleed soon enough.
Egg had Slowly gotten up, Standing next to his friend. He was way taller than Wemmbu, so it wasn’t hard to get a grip on the damn Tiara.
He pulled.
And pulled.
For three minutes. Wemmbu screamed of pain and Eggs hands had hurt horribly.
Now the angel wasn’t the strongest on the server, but he was definitely one of the smartest.
He knew damn well, that tiara should have came off. It should’ve been easy. Just a quick tug should have done it.
But no.
The damn Tiara wanted to be different. It was too early for this.
…
30 minutes later, the dragon and the seraphim were fighting for their dear life.
Wemmbu was screaming loud enough to wake up the entire server, his hands gripping the table in the living room.
Eggchan was using all his strength to pull Wemmbu Tiaras off, Also screaming as loud as he could.
Nothing Came off.
Eventually The duo sat on the floor panting and dying for air.
“This..This isn’t going to work.” Wemmbu had dragged his hand across his face in defeat. His other hand scratched The roots of his hair as best as he could.
”Someone strong could pull this off..Right?” Egg asked, debating the idea in head before quickly coming to the conclusion that it may be their on only option.
One look and Wemmbu could tell what his friend was thinking.
”No.”
”Wem..”
”Absolutely not, i would rather die.”
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So here they were. Standing outside of Flame’s base.
Wemmbu was still in his sleeping robe,His hair tangled from the attempt of getting the damn tiara off of his head. Egg was in his nightgown and his sleeping hat, Eyes blinking slowly as he knocked on the Strongest players Door.
The duo heard quiet footsteps but cautious footsteps before the door opened and a Sword was pointed at both of their faces.
”What..The hell do you want Wemmbu.”
Said man was nervously laughing before looking over to his friend to answer for him.
”We have a problem..”
…
And thats how they ended up on the couch opposite to Flame as he tiredly dragged both hands on his face and sighed loudly.
”Are you serious.”
Wemmbu nodded as he desperately felt his head. As Egg had previously thought, The dragons head was bleeding. His claws made cuts light into his scalp that began to stung.
”Listen Bro, There was no way you just woke me up at four in the damn morning because your poor head itched.”
”My Tiara Flame.” Wemmbu tiredly said once again, for both of them, it was too early to be bickering like they normally did.
”It cant be that hard to take off a damn tiara.”
Flame looked just as tired as Wemmbu and Egg. He had Shorts and a gym tanktop on for some reason..? His bonnet was practically hanging in front of his blindfold, adding an extra layer of protection for the Blazes Eyes.
The duo watched as the man went behind Wemmbu and pulled his tiara as hard as he could, Slamming Wemmbu’s faces into the couch.
The dragon could only scream as Flame Pulled and Pulled at the tiara, Egg was quietly laughing at the strange predicament, And flames frustrated noises filled the room.
Until a door swung open.
Behold, A tired Lomedy slowly found a way outside of a previously unopened door in Flames house. The Man was dressed in Sonic The Hedgehog pajama set, his hair basically all over the place.
“What the hell is happening..??” Lomedy blinked, Trying to understand the situation.
All three hybrids stared at lomedy like they a deer in headlights. They All awkwardly tried to explain themselves, but Wemmbu and Flame both tried to speak above each other to prove their point.
”Wait Calm down. One at a time…Flame?”
After a quick explanation Lomedy stood as the others were on the floor in defeat.
He quickly left the room to grab a paired of pliers.
”Wemmbu. Come here Man.” The Dragon quickly stood up before walking to the Bunny hybrid. He just wanted to get this over with.
Lomedy had gotten help from Egg and Flame.
The task was simple.
Put the pliers on Wemmbu’s tiara and Pull.
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It took them three hours.
Three long and unforgiving hours of tearing off pieces of Wemmbu’s tiara until it came off.
In the end,They were pretty sure they saw a giant dent on top of Wemmbu’s head but they could wait to make fun of him in the morning for that.
The group was tired.
Awfully tired.
This eventually led to them all in a pile.
Eggchan’s wings spread wide and holding the group in place, his mouth slightly opened, snoring. Flame was in the Middle of them all acting as a personal heater and Lomedy was hidden under Egg’s wing, shielding himself away from the light coming from the window. Wemmbu tail was wrapped around Flame, with bandages all over his head due to the amount of force it had been through today. His hair was practically covering the entire group, it desperately needed to be brushed.
It was weird, but that was a problem for another day.